RIP Marc Moulin

Telex was the heartbeat of my youth, the inspiration for me to pick up the synthesizer and make music that is fun and smart, and the reminder that it's okay to be an oddball with an oversaturated sense of personal style and a real glee for wordplay and lovely percussion-modulated vocoder chords. All around me, it was Foreigner and Styx and Air Supply and snarky mean kids sneering "what the hell is that?" and not one damn bit of it mattered.

Who else back then bragged so intriguingly, on their album covers, that all sounds were generated electronically, except for the voices, which are sometimes real.

I've been sometimes real ever since.

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